Outrage fatigue

Let me get this straight...

Gov. Bush: retarded kid gets convicted of rape and murder on flimsy evidence with equally dysfunctional defense counsel, and who can't understand what's actually happening to him in first place? Yeah... fry 'em, he needed killin'...

Pres. Bush: Public servant in high level sensitive position burns an intelligence network, endangering (possibly costing) lives of operatives and degrading our ability to check the spread of nuclear weapons, all for puerile political hackery? Yeah... 30 months at club fed... the court was too harsh, he needs to walk.

Wish I could say I was surprised. Yeah, I know it was just a "commutation" not a pardon. Which is fine, because Scooter won't be forced to give up a bar card or a $250,000.00 fine until his appeals are done, and he will almost assuredly be pardoned long before those processes have run their course.

You know, when I first read the news yesterday, I could only muster dull shock. I think I am starting to show signs of outrage fatigue. This administration is more corrupt than any in living memory, quite possibly the most mendacious and callow in the history of the United States.

The amount of cognitive dissonance straining the GOP faithful out there in the RedState hinterlands can be measured in Terra Joules, so horrible has this administration been.

It just gets harder and harder to work up the requisite amount of emotional energy to appropriately come over the table at these guys week in and week out, when they show absolutely no sense of reckoning or responsibility themselves.

And while I may feel the need for a breather, I know these guys will not rest until they have completely unmade the Republic and turned it into horrific fun house version of a totalitarian oligarchy masquerading as America.

Living through these years have been like Hunter Thompson trying to come to grips with Circus-Circus on ether. You know you have to suppress your higher brain functions simply just to get by. It makes everything look wrong and sinister, but you know that getting straight in here would somehow make it much worse. Can't find the exit, all you can do is hunker down in the Horse Around bar, sipping a watered down Martini and trying not to draw too much attention.

He was right, it is what the whole hip world would be doing on Saturday nights if the Nazis had won the war. And I can only watch rubes wondering through a crowd of pick pockets, thugs and grifters, plucking them clean and culling out the weak and the young for food, all the while convincing them that it's what they want.

And of course, no one wants to be a sucker, so they shrug and just pretend right along with the rest of the crowd. Of course you have to be on a political equivalent of ether to live through this for any amount of time without resorting to violence.

So Scooter walks? Yeah, that's just item 1,398 on today's glitch list.

Waitress, check please!

mojo sends